Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

Bitches want money stacks, I just want my
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running
You niggas be fumbling, you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the be coming in
The money be in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be coming in, the money be in

Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch a tummy tuck
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've across
I be with killers coming home
They only hope is me and the
only wish is for a new chain
But stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the where it's sunny at
And I where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin'
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two if you can count
I'm as as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin'

Bitches want stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you 'em no gun again
These bitches be out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run shit
The money be in, the money be coming in

These bitches money stacks
Me? I want a stacks
These bitches selling soul
Well, I my money back
She it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look them booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back,
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a ring
She say I buy her all of things
She lie about
I put her on out and everything
I cut the off like a thread of string
These hoes'll say about
'Cause they know that y'all believe
That's why I get high about day
All of this fog like the change
Turn the club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, flurry gang
And we do not play 'bout money, mane
She do strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play back
I turnt that football to a money bag, I'm

Bitches want money stacks, I want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, money be coming in
Said the money be in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the be coming in
See you just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be in, the money be coming in

We balling, we
(balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we
We balling, Wale, with me
baby!
Yeah, Moon, yeah
We ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, fuck me